Dude, what were you putting in that barbeque?
Usually when I man the grill folks come by and want to talk politics. But this year all the Obamabots kept to themselves which was kind of a blessing. Instead the nuttiness took a decidely righward turn when the Paulestinians started coming out of the woodwork. Somehow Ron Paul has made an impact in my neighborhood.
I know, there’s a joke in there somewhere about mistaking the garlic salt for the jar of magic fairy dust. Mr. Magoo accidentally grabbing the hot sauce instead of the water. Or, in this case, the crazy juice instead of the stupid juice. But I think we’ve had more than enough jokes of that kind here, so we won’t make another one now.












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